There's a man in my bed I used to love himHis kisses used to take my breath awayThere's a man in my bed I hardly know himI wipe his face and hold his handAnd watch him as he slowly fades awayAnd he fades awayNot like leaves that fall in autumnTurning gold against the greyHe fades awayLike the bloodstains on the pillow caseThat I wash every dayHe fades awayThere's a man in my bed, he's on a pensionAlthough he's only fifty years of ageThe lawyer says we might get compensationIn the course of due procedureBut he couldn't say for certain at this stageAnd he's not the only oneWho made that trip so many years agoTo work the Wittenoom minesSo many young men old before their timeAnd dying slowHe fades awayA wheezing bag of bones hisLungs half clogged and full of clayHe fades awayThere's a man in my bed they never told himThe cost of bringing home his weekly payAnd when the courts decide how much they owe himHow will he spend his moneyWhen he lies in bed and coughs his life away?And he fades awayNot like leaves that fall in autumnTurning gold against the greyHe fades awayLike the bloodstains on the pillow caseThat I wash every dayHe fades away
